Judge — February 8, 1902 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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A TRUE ARTIST. HEY had strolled away from the Bermuda hotel, these two, and were now standing on the shores of the translucent sea, rich’ and warm in the waning January sunlight. His arrival, but a few hours before, had well-nigh precipitated a panic. For had it not been whis- pered abroad that he was a prominent artist?) And as the girl at his side spoke, it was almost with a premoni- tory thrill of ownership in her voice at the thought that she had been the lucky one to carry him off*for a stroll, “Look,” she continued, ‘at the color of those shells. Are they not beautiful ?” “Beautiful !" he repeated. “As if they were tinted with the most delicate cochineal.” “You, who have that affinity for color and contrast,” she went on, “are no doubt experiencing even more pleasure over this scene than a prosaic mortal like myself, Tell me how it th INGRATITUDE. affects you. Tue stork—''I'm getting discouraged. Her companion sighed deeply. This makes the twelfth baby I've taken to O'Hooligan’s flat and they haven't tipped me once.” aT “A BUFFALO ROBE.” ON THE CLUB STEPS. Crawford— Have they enlarged their circle of acquaintances since they moved into their big house?” Grabshaw—" Oh, no. Since they became rich they don’t know half as many people as they used to.” ‘THE USUAL WAY. Fditor—“ What's the reason your hero left the hotel by the fire-escape when he could just as well go down the stairs ?” Author—" Why, you see this isa detective story. AT THE PLAYERS’ CLUB, The expert—Poker is not a game 2 of chance. In fact, there is no such UNREASONABLE. thing as chance.” Farmer Apptesutrer—‘* What in tarnation be them things in yer boots, Jonas ?'” is re a Jonas (home from college)—"* Those, governor, are trees." The novice—"1 guess that’s right Farmer Appiesurrer—‘'Trees! Great joy! 1 knowed yer put limbs inter overhalls an’ weeds In yer as far as I'm concerned.” mouth, but ding me ef trees in yer boots ain't a leetle too much! Guess I'll hev ter send yer ter a agricultooril collige!” “Itis grand,” he exclaimed, “The spinach-green of those weeds, with the beautiful pumpkin streaks of the fading day. Ah, what loveliness! And what a con- trast are the clouds overhead, like masses of whipped cream, And look here at these fields of lilies ! How like they are to floating islands, with their delicate custard shades. The very pebbles on the shore are tinted like bon-bons, and here's a chocolate mud for you! It makes me long to get back to work, that I may cause the chrysoprase tea bis cuit to fuse its colorful beauties with the” “What is. your particular branch ?" she asked. The man at her side drew a card from his pocket. «Ts it possible,” he said, “that you do not know? Why, I'm the SS celebrated dessert photographer OVERHEARD NEAR THE FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL. of the Woman's Hor Com- don't t'ink dere is as much money In der bicycle peezniss as dere used to be. * ter" ese Vell, don’t know, Two goncerns busted last veek."” Sorter, Om. comicbooks.com